Hobo Joe Writes Some Poems: Double Inaugural Edition
From the diary [scrounged loose-leaf papers] of Hobo Joe:
I was shocked to find that there were so much poetry at the inaugural address yesterday. While I was not able to see any of it (they kicked me out of the bar I had snuck into to watch because one customer complained about “the smell”) I was able to procure a soiled copy of this morning’s NY Post someone had used to wipe up what looks like spilled coffee.
However pleased I was at the invitations extended to so many celebrated poets, I must admit I was insulted to find that I was not among those present at the historic event, and think that these two poems would have contributed wonderfully to the occasion. I also think they probably served warm food there. I have quite literally killed for warm food before, and I will most likely do it again.
Hope
Everyone has it these days,
They say Hope is beautiful and great.
But I don’t care what anybody says,
That toothless woman on 29th St. is the finest piece of homeless ass in town.
Church Bells
Church bells ring through the air,
Pigeons scatter all around,
I walk along without a care,
My grandfather molested me as a child.
PS: Also this morning I was able to steal a candy bar, and a lady on the street gave me a dirty look when I yelled something unintelligible at her in a lewd manner. So, all in all, a pretty good day. But the government is listening in on every word I write here and aliens live in my teeth; I’ll have to pull them all out.
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